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It uilty and ashamed, but as soon as I hear Mr Sinister say the words, I know it's true I want him to take me away I want to do whatever he wants me to do

But while I've long accepted er to take me away is too much

Father has always taught nore the noise that the rest of the world ht, and so I force myself to step back and whisper, "I'm sorry"

Mr Sinister stares at ain, or was that truly bleakness I saw flash in his gaze?

Another heartbeat of silence passes, and then he says softly, "I'm sorry, too"

I never look at hi nore someone would physically exhaust me, but it does Only an hour has passed, but I'm completely beat, and I'm forced to ask Tyler for a favor "Can you cover my last two hours?"

"Yeah sure You do look a little pale," he comments with a frown "Maybe you should take a cab home—-"

"I think I just have one of those weird headaches that cos around rateful smile "I owe you one for this"

He waves me away "Go"

I change out of h the service door at the back The night air is chilly, but I barely notice it I was really hoping the walk back ho of him more, and in a way that's not appropriate

He had asked me to come aith him, and the words, crazy as they erous, ro to say, and the thought

If only he isn't so out of ue, and he didn't sound so, well, insanely sinisterly, I would have loved to knohat exactly heabout hi makes me want to—-

What was that?

My heartbeat juers tighten involuntarily around the pepper spray I have hidden inwatched, but I forceht force whoever it is to also make a move

The next few minutes seem to stretch like an eternity, and it's only when I safely make it back home that I allow myself to exhale, and I sink down to my knees in relief

Oh, thank God

It's one thing to have abduction fantasies But it's another thing entirely to have someone stalk and kidnap you in real life, and I don't think I'd feel any differently even if my captor turns out to be someone as beautiful as Mr Sinister

I've been trying to figure out the entire night what about Mr Sinister disturbs irls like me suddenly become the object of interest of men like Mr Sinister, we usually either end up with broken heartsor broken necks